This time I feel dead,
And ever more alive,
The dreams I dream of you.
And how we are together,
Closer now before
And further apart than ever,
I feel unity and order,
Being with you like this,
And it is you I miss,
But when I wake
My breath they take,
And form the dreamy golden mist,
Because dear figment,
You
My love
Do not exist.
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